She senses his presence behind her before she feels him massage her ass.“How did you know where I'd be?” she whispers, half afraid that he might b... an illusion, a fantasy that will disappear if she speaks too loudly.“I've watched you for a long time.”“But the party ...”He squeezes her ass, and her pussy lips clench together, wishing his fingers were working inside her again. “I sold your husband the vest he's wearing. He told me about the party. Let's just say that it pleases me to make him. Lusting for what he sees an obsessing about what he cant. She feels his eyes on her, all of a sudden feeling much warmer than the night air Watching her hands clutching her coat, watching her chest rise an fall as she breathes the pearls slightly moving with each breath he puts the ticket book down, starting to tear off the ticket. He hears her sigh, an once again asks, “ Princess, is there anything I should know before I issue this. I haven’t called this in, so if you know anything that could. Siobhan saw Mike, though. Initially, she wasn’t impressed to see him with yet another young woman. Her immediate reaction was ‘I’ve unleashed a monster.’ With the corollary, ‘I’m better off without him’. Her uncomfortable conclusion, however, didn’t last long. She couldn’t help watching Mike and his companion and it was apparent to her that he wasn’t enjoying his encounter ... his blank expression and fixed smile an obvious contrast to the genuine interest she remembered from her interactions. Once she was seated, his hands slid down her arms, to her waist, to her thighs, and spread them, lifting up the hem of her nightgown and tucking it away so that he could see all of her.And then the tie – scarf? Stocking? – went around her head to cover her eyes.“You can pull a little tighter, darling,” you heard her say sweetly. “I know you like it when things are tight.” Her next giggle transformed into a squeal. “Owie! Not fair! Not my nipple, ya old meanie!”He chuckled, then his voice.